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Grown Welles stoned off his ass
Mahogany dash, prodigal bastard
Pigs try denying me based off fathers cash, sir
I work for my keep, used to just be

The way truth and life  
From day number one you came into the world
Fresh and clean, quickly into sin to the journey
Nothing we remember, the wounds

and a big ole house
And you pay to keep it clean that's what it's all about but

Make a million dollars, it's easier said
You never see your family, and you

splitting lanes

Moving fast like you a racer

Pass this gas and slow it down, I Got you breaking down my flavors

Bought the spa, jacuzzi vapors

Pussy clean

to roll
I know you like nice things
I can tell by your bag
Credit real good
She don’t even carry cash
I just came up on lick man
Bout to catch a flight got

muchi budiza
Me and sjay trust nobody 
Chasing cash we came for the sheets bra
Til I'm rocking Gucci of fendi 
Straight head to my feet bra
Til I'm

the power
But this ain't my final form
I'll final flash you to flowers
Bitch it's kaioken times ten
Times a thousand
Bitch I'm beast mode
Bitch I feel like

A young man that done finally outlived them dreams
And making it clean
Simply off making the schemes
That's making them scream
All my bitches reigning

livin'

Stepping out
Young nigga steppin out (Step, step)
We only get bigger and fresher now (So fresh and so clean)
No leaking confessions like Usher now

they shovelling with cash that they’ve stolen
Enclose the coffin with concrete and molten
My words hurt and it feel like a burn to quote
Because you

have scores
Yeah
My bars so high you probably need Christ to reach it how it goes
Ahh
Praying to the lord I know that I'm protected by the holy ghost

unofficially official cash paper
That money upfront
Bread in hand and see you later
That's a yasarafact
I don't be cappin jack
I keep my business close to me

making big figures
They ask me, COc how'd you make it? I said, go figure

Now I'm sitting with my shawty in a 2 seater
I clean the bottom of my Nikes,

chase the cash

It's best to isolate a King from a peasant
Shit be gettin funny
When they walk up in my presence
Forget the critics bitch
I'm in the right

by Slaughterhouse 50 Cent
Eminem and Dr. Carter
Nines hanging outta old impalas
Speakers knocking
I just hear my ego talking
Cross me and a blanket

disappoint,
I’m stuck to the bando!
I think that we got conjoined,
I don’t think they get the point,
Payed the rent off sellin points,
Kept the glock by my

when my buddy tell me
Pass that thing yeah
Shoot now I'm feeling
Ain't nobody gonna pass on me ay
No route killing til I get it 
And the cash find me
All

aware
I’ll shock you no electric chair

My rhymes are clean like skin care
If it don’t work then I repair
Raider gear on with my sportswear
Chuck Taylors

the cash

Bitch I got the all black with the mask
Give a stack to my papa, he Jim Carrey laugh
Ma got the LV engraved in her bag
For times when she'd think I

Trap trap trap trap, trap trap
Trapavel trapavel
Trap trap trap trap yeah
Trap, trapavel (trapavel) (trapavel)

Yeah, Got cash in my hand (in my

minds sharper
I got rubies in my crest
I think smarter I think farther back when the Braves clinked the Dodgers

I bring honor, team squad up, like three

of the safety of the human
Is there enough food and clean water?
c roof over each head?
Do the children have clothes?
cre we preventing every death?
Don't make me

loud its breaking my ears"
lemme js check that if anyone cares
hopped in the show and i fucked up my hair
raised by the devil bitch i came from hell

The three amigos we are running the game
Without the Savior in my life it probably never would change for better
You see how easy I can switch up the flow